Town Bikes

I tried to write
erotica
(of all things)
but each line
became
an obsession
with
the promiscuity
of discarded
drunken bicycles
in this old
adopted
town ‘o’ mine,
naked frames
bent outta shape
chains oiled
more often
than not
saddle’s sore
exposed
tyres bald
from hard ridden
well worn
scarlet paths
bells a ringin’
their ding a-ling-a-lings.

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